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Oct 2020
Might’ve just touched the streams of
your ******...
Before it reached your ocean...
Should’ve known more...
About your moons than just a few
Nights that burned to dawns...
Those browns
That skin
All just once or twice
Inviting
But never fully in...
Stupid man that I am
And yet I know a spell when I see one...
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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